They very often meet in church rec rooms or nonprofit centers. There is, invariably, at least one ancient third-hand couch there that was stored in someone's garage for some time and is loaded down with dust. Even if you avoid sitting on any of these couches, every time someone else does plumes of dust will waft into the air.

If you have allergies, it makes life interesting.

Let's say you spent Friday night in one of these rooms at a regular meeting, of . . . oh, something like Debtors Anonymous. The following morning you were at a community center for upward of four hours, serving on a local board and "Intergroup" problem-solving committee in a room with five (5) such couches. That same Saturday, you landed in another church schoolroom, with its token Dust Belching Couch, speaking about your putative recovery from financial issues, and that evening after the runny nose and the red eyes and all of that you look down at your skin to discover that half of your body (okay: hands, elbows, and neck) is covered in an obnoxious red rash.

Wouldn't you be tempted to conclude that hand-me-down couches are the work of the Devil?

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